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Do you wanna start a farm with me? (sext)

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this would be a lot easier if i wasnt hellbent on kita having sex in this fic

i have been focusing on just 1 of my wips/ideas for a few weeks now. rewriting and rewriting, changing the structure and trying to find the right mood. my writers block is a spiky bramble and im opening a path through it with my bare hands

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i have been focusing on just 1 of my wips/ideas for a few weeks now. rewriting and rewriting, changing the structure and trying to find the right mood. my writers block is a spiky bramble and im opening a path through it with my bare hands

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I am OBSESSED with people telling me how they met the love of their life. Just found out my director met his wife through a misdirected email - that’s fate right there.

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just… farmer!kita x housewife!reader but it’s the middle of the night & kita always has to be up early, and you feel so bad because he’s had such a long day and he deserves to rest… you’re just unbearably horny, and you can’t bring yourself to be selfish by waking him up, so you try to quietly masturbate next to him, struggling to discreetly get off, but you can’t hold back your whines or the fact that after being with him for so long, he’s trained your body to only respond to him. right when you’re about to give up, you feel him grab your wrist.

“what’re y’doin?” his voice is gravelly and thick with sleep, but the strength behind his grip is alive with energy. when he married you, he promised you that he’d provide for you. that includes wringing out orgasms from his pretty little wife whenever she wants. it’s not that he’s upset because you woke him up; he’s upset that you didn’t initially wake him up to help you, and now he’s going to have punish you.

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hyperfixation please stay with me long enough to complete the project. hyperfixation do not fade. hyperfixation finish what you started for the love of god

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sometimes you need dialogue tags and don't want to use the same four

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some animated pics🦊🐾🐶

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overstimulated boys that whine "i love you, i love you, i love you" over and over again, when they're on the verge of cumming, are the most precious little playthings !! <3

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get well soon.

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the ending scene of this from last light on series by @suguwu

this is my first time doing a comic thing like this so im still an amateur but i came across this yesterday and THE DRAMA was crazy i just had to draw it........... idk if this comes across v well... hope it does!

idk how to draw a reader insert, i didnt really think of a design but i think i might if i ever post another comic thingy 🤞 also drawing sae smiling is really weird 🤷

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Endless hour

Kita Shinsuke x gn reader

Word count: ~800

Tags & warnings: fluff & angst, long distance relationship

Note: HELLO it’s been like a year since I've written anything or been on tumblr, which is wild. I started this so long ago and now it’s clawed its way back out of my heart. Inspired many moons ago by Laura Gilpin.

Tomorrow, when Kita drives you to the station, you won’t cry even though you’ll want to.

You’ll lean out the window of his dusty truck and take in the morning bustle — or, as much bustle as you get in this small town. At the intersection, two elementary school kids will run past with their bucket hats and matching uniforms and a weathered-looking obaasan will chase after them, reminding them to be careful of cars and watch the road. It’s hardly necessary here considering there’s little traffic, and that’s probably what the kids will be thinking too, but they’ll slow down nevertheless and squirm impatiently at the crosswalk before darting off again.

Their parents will already be at work in the repair shop, or the soba place, or the grocery store, and it will make you nostalgic for the hometown you haven’t even left yet. Wistful for the last honey-dipped days of summer. Scared of what you’ll miss once you’re gone.

The midnight-purple grapes of autumn and the jewel-red persimmons of winter. Grandmother’s warm silken tofu and popsicles after dinner. Sticky kisses stolen in the shadow of the camphor trees. What will ‘Samu’s opening night be like? How many games will you miss? How many wins? How many losses? Aran and Suna won’t hold it against you, but ‘Tsumu might. Your group chat will be active at first while everyone is settling in to their new lives and awkwardly falling into new friends, but as time goes on, as ‘Samu works late, as the boys plunge into practice, as the semester gets underway and you get swamped with homework, the messages will slow to a trickle. And you’ll be across the ocean, halfway around the world. It might as well be another planet.

How will Shinsuke fare without your help with the harvest? Will he have to work through the nights to finish it all himself? How many weeks will there be until summer break? Maybe you’ll even have to get an internship, some work experience, a leg up in the industry that will keep you away even longer. And when you do come back, will he still look at you the same way in a year? Two years? Three? The nights will be long, but the days will be longer. Will it be too hard without him? Hands twisting with restlessness, meals cheerless with one body instead of two. Will you have anything in common anymore? Will you grow apart? Will you find someone new? Will he?

Tomorrow, his eyes will still shine with their perpetual luster. You’ll avoid turning to look so your tears won’t fall, and you’ll hope that the breeze streaming in will dry them.

Tomorrow, the sun will crest the hill, and Shinsuke will glow like your own north star.

But tonight, he leads you down to the paddies.

It is a perfect summer evening. The chirping crickets can barely be heard over the drone of cicadas. The stars drape over the fields like a glimmering veil. The moon hangs bright and full. Or, almost full. It’s waning, and not for the first time, you wish the night could go on forever.

Shinsuke pulls you along the curving paths with no sense of haste. He talks to you about his day, his grandmother, the weather, the harvest. His neck bent and eyes fixed on you with every step, as familiar with the paddies as the back of his hand.

Rice plants tickle your calves, heavy grains dipped low, smearing the moon’s reflection across the surface of the water.

He finally slows near the canal at the edge of the farm. Dropping your hand, he presses a finger to his lips and points to the reeds toward a tangle of frogs in chorus, damp bodies glinting as they crawl over one another, a densely layered symphony of kero keros. Gingerly, gingerly, he bends down, and snatches at one, holding it up to your face with boyish glee. And then you’re both off, running, splashing, leaping after the throng of frogs that burst forth like a clammy firework in every direction, mud whirling, laughter erupting.

Like when you were kids. Like every summer.

You catch five frogs. He catches six.

Somewhere, it is raining.

A sense of serenity swells, spilling up and over and out into the endless dark. You stand there in the paddy mosquito-bitten and mud-spattered, smothered by the humid night. You think of Shinsuke draped over you in the wildflowers, the glide of shoji and the grassy scent of tatami, you think of white grains gleaming. He rinses the mud from his hands, pulls you close with damp fingers, and kisses you until you forget there will be a tomorrow.

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Since Suna has me in a chokehold I'm wondering what kind of fic I could write for him but unfortunately all I'm thinking is that I NEED to be sandwiched between him and Kita sorry sorry sorry...

smut, reader has breasts and a vagina (no pronouns)

Suna's greedy when he fucks—hurried between your legs, irises blown as fox eyes flitter to yours. He eats you hungrily, two lithe fingers sliding into you as you arch with a gasp, your head falling onto Kita's shoulder behind you.

A sharp grin slides into the corner of his cheek, eyes dropping to the softness of your belly—clenched as he thrusts his hand against you. He moans at the sight, lashes fluttering closed as he presses his face harder against your mons, breathing in the sweetness of your skin and slick.

You're in Kita's lap at the edge of the bed, Suna's figure kneeling before you. The former holds you carefully, gently, as you whine. He trails kisses up your neck, one hand firm on your side while the other cups your breast—rolling your nipple between his fingers.

"Bein' s'good love," he breathes beneath your ear. Shivers roll down your spine, compounding with the shock of your pinched nipple, of Suna's ruthless tongue against your clit.

You whine from the intensity, jerking your legs as each touch shoots straight to your cunt. Suna groans when your knees squeeze together, head squished between your thighs. His fingers slip from your movement and you whine again, this time from the loss.

"Uh-uh," Kita chides, hands snaking down your body. When he reaches the inside of your thighs, they push firmly, spreading you.

Suna groans, fingers immediately slipping back inside your heat. He adds a third, curling harshly, and makes a choked sound when your slick runs down his wrist. His free hand comes to one thigh, holding it so the other's can return to your breast. Kita pinches your nipple harshly, a warning, before his fingers slide further to cradle your neck.

"Stay good fer us," he demands right against your ear. "Y'can do that, yeah?"